⋆˚࿔ NSFW 18+ you are the only one in control of the media you consume, read the contents before you continue
⋆˚࿔ contents: somnophilia (obvi), stalking, breaking and entering, non-con, fingering, p in v, unprotected (wrap b4 u tap), pulling out, he's gentle i promise, lowercase intended
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ethan landry liked to watch girls sleep. he'd spend his off nights peering through the windows of the college girls, standing with eerie stillness. and now he's found a special person of interest. his new obsession. you.
he'd first seen you in his evening economy lecture. you sat exactly 2 rows down and 5 to the left of him—he took extra care in remembering every detail. you [insert trait here], you stick your tongue out a little when you take notes. he took a picture in his mind of every little quirk, every movement, every moment he saw you.
he couldn't help but picture what you look like sleeping, how vulnerable and helpless you'd be under his gaze. his eyes darkened at the thought.
thursday, november 2nd. 9:41 pm. your professor dismissed class, wishing you all a good weekend. no one fully listened, of course, too busy collecting bags and escaping the labyrinth of lecture hall seats. ethan watches as you clumsily swing your backpack onto your shoulders, the weight of your textbooks making your feet stumble. he mindlessly gathers his things into his own backpack, his eyes keeping his piercing gaze on you the entire time.
he watches as you approach the classroom door and push it open, making quick work of the aisles to catch up to you.
your left foot moves forward, so does his. your right foot moves forward, so does his. he matches your pace, keeping gaze halfway between his phone and you so he doesn't look suspicious. he couldn't afford you giving him any second looks.
the darkness of the night sky takes hold of the atmosphere, not a drop of sunlight left to give. your apartment was a ten minute walk from the classroom building. you hold your keys between each finger as a precaution, but it wouldn't protect you from what's to come.
ethan kept closely behind you, but far enough to stay hidden in plain sight. the hustle and bustle of the city nearby brings an ounce of comfort in the darkness.
the walk is long and nerve-wracking, but in time you reach your complex. you enter the entrance code and push the door open with a grunt. just ethan's luck, it's also his complex. he takes his own student card out with trembling hands and enters the complex. he follows you onto the elevator.
you give him a quick once over. he seems innocent enough, but you keep your guard up anyway. with a serial killer on the loose, you can never be too sure.
he glances at the button you pressed. floor 3, a floor below him. he doesn't click his own button.
"same floor, huh?" he musters up the courage to comment.
"guess so," you sigh in response, just managing to hide the anxiety in your voice.
the elevator dings and the doors slowly open. you exit with haste, and he follows shortly behind, keeping a 5 foot distance between you.
20 feet from the elevator is your room. as you unlock the door, ethan takes careful note of the room number and the decorations on the door. he takes some misleading steps further, turning down the corner. he stops and waits for you to go inside before he doubles back for the elevator.
he makes haste for his elevator, repeating your room number in his head like a mantra. 2237, 2237, 2237, 2237, 2237. he practically sprints down the hallway to get to his room.
you wouldn't be asleep for while he thought. best to wait it out. he changes into all black, best to not be seen. his ghostface mask, cloak, and knife wait dormant in a box in his closet.
he lays back on his unkempt bed, staring idly at the ceiling. sleep doesn't come—he doesn't want it to, anyway—his impatience and arousal to great to bear. he wants so badly to ease the ache in his jeans, but patience is a virtue, even for a sinner as he. he'd be rewarded soon. soon.
his eyes glance between the ceiling and the clock.
10:07.
10:24.
10:42.
10:51.
11:03.
11:17.
11:30.
11:36.
11:58.
12:02. surely you must be asleep by now. the hall lights were dimmed, and it was monday, so no party girls drunkenly scampering back to their rooms. he opens the box, his mask and knife staring back at him, as if sentient. he shoves the blade into a holster and pulls the mask over his face.
he makes his way to the stairwell, not wanting to risk running into anyone. he walks down the stairs with caution and opens the door as quiet as he can. he's reached the second floor.
2237. 2237. 2237. 2237. 2237. 2237. 2237.
he finds your room and begins picking your lock. he manages to get it open. with extreme caution, he opens the door, careful to not wake you. he crept through the narrow halls of your apartment, tracing his finger along the walls to guide him in the darkness. he approaches a cracked door and peers inside, finding you fast asleep, clad in nothing but panties and a cheeky baby-tee. he shudders, his arousal traveling quickly to his sex. with practiced caution, he opens your door just wide enough to squeeze through. he gingerly approaches your sleeping form and kneels down.
he stares. he stares for what feels like hours, as if frozen in place. after a many a moment his hands finally move, lightly tracing along your curves. to his surprise you barely stir, only whimpering lightly in your sleep. he crawls onto your bed, your body tucked into his.
his hands travel from your shoulder, to your breasts, to your stomach, to your waist, to your sex. he could feel your wetness through your soft panties.
"all for me, pretty girl?" he whispers against your ear. you shudder, but don't wake.
he toys with your clit above the fabric of your panties, your arousal growing more by the moment. with a sigh he moves the fabric to the side, revealing your supple lips. he inserts a gloved finger into you, curling and thrusting in slow motions. you whine, but don't stir awake, still deep in sleep.
must be a wet dream, he thinks. a small part of him hopes you're dreaming of his fingers pleasuring you, his arousal pressed against you.
he inserts a second gloved finger, working in scissoring motions. his free hand reaches down to his groin and begins undoing the fly of his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down with shaking hands. he lines his cock up with your entrance, gently pulling his fingers out. he inserts himself slowly, his masked face buried in the crook of his neck. he thrusts at an unhurried pace, savoring the feeling of you sucking him in.
he whines, the sound muffled by the mask. your old wooden bed creaks with the pace of his thrusts and grunts, as if harmonious. he counts his lucky stars that you haven't awoken from your deep slumber.
his thrusts become faster, uneven, more desperate. your sex is squeezing him so tightly, as if made just for him.
"c-cumming, cummingcummimg...!" he whines through the mask, the plastic resting against your shoulder.
he pulls out just before he cums, his sticky semen coating the sweet spot between your legs. he breathes a heavy sigh, utterly exhausted, but he doesn't move. he relishes in your warmth, the scent of your shampoo, the softness of your bare skin. how he wishes this moment could last forever, but all things are fleeting. he tucks himself back into his jeans and leaves your warmth with heavy reluctance.
before he retreats back to his room, though, he pulls out his phone and takes a few pictures. of your sleeping face and the mess he made between your thighs.
as they say, pictures last forever.
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hope you guys enjoyed this one!! please please please send me ideas to write !!
if requests are open… i beg of you, the ethan writer…. to please write something about ethan being a certified munch… like you can’t tell me he doesn’t eat pussy for a SPORT. sure he’d love you to sit on his face but… i can just imagine him folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you
A/N : Hii ! <3 I loooove your request so much, it just SCREAMS Ethan Landry to me, this man would happily die between your legs if it means he can eat your pussy for hours and make you cum multiple times !! 🤤🖤 Please tell me if I did justice to your request and you know where to find me if you want other Ethan’s fics 😘✨
Ethan Landry lives for eating you out as he loves giving the sweetest pleasure to your pussy…or is it his ?
❦ Even though Ethan Landry is inexperienced when he first starts eating you out, your boyfriend would improve so quickly because of two simple reasons. First, because Ethan wants to do things right and would absolutely listen to your advice when he asks you what feels good or not, taking mental notes of which spot makes you moan the loudest and which pace makes you cum the fastest. Secondly, because Ethan wants - need - to eat you out so frequently that he, anyway, grew to be very good at it.
❦ Ethan would definitely leave hickeys on your inner thighs before he even touches you pussy, his head nicely snuggled between your thighs as he nips, bites, licks and kisses your skin that will show his marks, only for him to know who you really belong to.
❦ He would then press his fingers on your pussy, his thumb rubbing on your clit through the pretty lace material of your panties that he offered you a few days ago, teasing you as Ethan feels the wetness dampen the fabric underneath his fingertips and proudly smiles when he realizes that he can work you up this nicely by barely touching you.
❦ Ethan would also always, and I say always, kiss your pussy through your panties before starting to eat you out, almost like he’s greeting your little cunny like the sweet boyfriend he is.
❦ This man could die between your thighs and he would be the happiest man ever. He would literally overstimulate your pussy for hours because Ethan cannot even realize how long he’s been giving you pleasure and he doesn’t care, he just wants you to feel good and…Ethan also gets excited just by eating you out.
❦ In fact, Ethan would get so painfully hard from pleasing you only with his mouth that he would start humping the bed to get some relief, cumming in his pants a few times seeing how much he’s desperate for you, and only you, making his head spin with pleasure.
❦ I also believe that Ethan’s hair is quite sensitive and with how much you would be pulling on his curly strands when he gives you orgasm one after the other, Ethan would whine, moan and grunt so much against your pussy, creating the most delicious vibrations against your sensitive clit.
❦ If you try to remove his head from your pussy (and if it’s still consensual of course), you won’t have any chance against his strength, his head won’t budge away from you. Nothing will stop Ethan if he isn’t finished with you yet and he will pin you down with his free hand by pressing against your tummy if he has to.
❦ Ethan will also bite your thighs if you contain your sounds of pleasure, he doesn’t want that and absolutely won’t let you do it. Ethan relishes in the way you so beautifully moan his name, whine in a pitched tone when you’re close to your climax and when you softly tell Ethan that you love him between soft whimpers after he overstimulated you.
❦ If he eats you out from behind or when you sit on his face, Ethan makes sure to grab handfuls of your ass while your thighs tremble and shake under his sweet indecent ministrations.
❦ Hell, this man would even eat you out at school between classes when Ethan really can’t wait to have you alone for himself. Ethan would take you to the restroom and press you against the wall as he kneels before going down on you. His head would be snuggled between your thighs as you look down to find his filthy gaze not leaving yours until he can hear you moan his name while you cream on his tongue. It simply feels like heaven to Ethan.
❦ Your boyfriend will even eat you out just to get rid of his stress, as Ethan paws at your skirt and then sliding his hand underneath it to caress the lace of your panties, after you both came back home from a long tiring day. « Please baby… I’m stressed, just need to eat you out real quick… I’ll be good… Can I ? », Ethan pleads you as he nuzzles your pulsating neck with his cold nose, pressing encouraging kisses there.
❦ Ethan feels immensely proud about giving you such pleasure only with his mouth and to hear those sweet sounds of yours mixed with little cries of his name, it all sounds like the most perfect music to his ears. After a session where your boyfriend knows that he did a particularly good job at making you feel good just by seeing the blush on your face, Ethan would silently look at you with a smug smile like the nerd he is.
❦ Ethan would make eye contact with you when he knows you’re close to reaching your climax. His eyes being half lidded white how pussy drunk he is.
❦ If you squirt while he eats you out, Ethan will feel so proud that he won’t ever shut up about it as he gently encourages you to do it again for him.
❦ After giving you so many orgasms with his mouth, a long session that leaves your pussy sensitive and puffy because of his lips, Ethan would so gently and softly kitten licks your pretty cunt and press little kisses on your clit, like the sweet boyfriend he is.
❦ While going down on you and after taking care of you, Ethan would praise you so much as he leaves kisses all over your face and pampers you with lovely words that he reserves only for you, his perfect girlfriend, « You did so well for me, angel. »
❦ Well, Ethan worships your pussy if that wasn’t clear enough.
❦ But what Ethan favors to do the most is folding your knees up into your chest so he can have full access to you and literally do whatever he wants to your pussy. Ethan would sometimes add two of his fingers when he wants to give you even more pleasure while sucking on your clit, twirling his tongue around it and lapping at your folds like the sweet puppy he is as he tries his best to tongue fuck you.
❦ When Ethan’s finished with you, as you’re so overstimulated that your legs go limp when he releases them, barely able to feel your legs anymore seeing how much strength your boyfriend applied on them. Some marks already start forming as Ethan apologetically presses kisses on your bruised skin, his face now covered in your juices as his mouth glistens. Ethan would give you the sloppiest kiss ever to make you taste yourself on his tongue, as he whines in your mouth at the feeling of having done a good job at making you feel good. During this kind of kiss, Ethan feels restless as he uncontrollably paws at your chest and holds your face to deepen the kiss, as he rubs his still hard-on against your pussy. His pants dampened with his cum after cumming in his pants so many times, feels sticky on your skin while he humps himself on your poor overstimulated and swollen clit. Yet, Ethan will never forget aftercare as he cleans you up like his dear little princess before cuddling you. Ethan is the loveliest puppy as he holds you tight in his arms, moving you closer to his body before he gets sleepy and rests his head on your shoulder, snoring lightly in your ear while he nuzzles against your face.
Summary: You started hooking up with Ghostface a while ago, now he reveals his identity
Warnings: MDNI, smut, sex, oral sex, finger fucking, mention of blood, bad language, angst, English is not my first language, not proof read
Pairing: Gf!Ethan Landry x fem!reader
The blocked number had become your addiction. Every new location, every command, sent a sick thrill through your veins that muted the voice in your head telling you to stop.
You didn’t know his name. You didn’t know his face. You only knew the terrifying way your body craved the danger, the way you got wet the second you saw his messages light up your screen.
Tonight was no different. He sent you a location with a small text saying, “11:30. No panties, I want easy access when I bend you over.“
You obeyed. Of course you did.
Rain lashed your bare thighs under the oversized hoodie as you pushed open the side door of an abandoned building.
Ghostface stood tall in the center, in his black robe, and white mask that glowed under the light. The hunting knife dangled from his gloved fingers, still wet with blood.
You felt fear creeping up on you as you walked down the aisle, the cold air teasing your exposed private parts with every step. You stopped right in front of him, legs trembling, and slowly lifted your hoodie, showing him how obedient you were.
“Good girl. Already dripping down your thighs for me.” You heard his mocking voice, as he cupped your chin, with one of his gloved hands. The other slid under the hoodie, two thick fingers dragging through your soaked folds before pushing inside you without warning.
You gasped, knees buckling as he curled them deep.
“So fucking wet,” He growled, looking down at you, “You touch yourself thinking about this? About a masked stranger who could slit your throat while he fucks you?”
You nodded desperately, hips rocking against his hand. He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit, as your moans echoed through the empty building.
When your walls started fluttering, he pulled his hand away, “Not yet.”
He shoved you onto your back on a nearby table, the wood rough against your skin. He yanked up your hoodie, before spreading your legs wide, mask tilting as he stared down at your dripping cunt.
“Please,“ You let out a quiet moan.
“Please what?“
“Please, I wanna feel you inside me.“
Without saying anything else he hovered over you, robe parting just enough to free his thick cock. He stroked himself a few times then lined up and slammed it inside you in one brutal thrust.
You let out a scream, nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric as he started fucking you. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, while the other rubbed your clit in circles.
“Look at you,” His mask inches from your face, “Getting fucked by Ghostface in some abandoned place like the pathetic little slut you are.“
You gasped between moans, legs wrapping around his waist, not caring about a word he said.
He let out a small chuckle, picking up his speed. When he pinched your clit, you shattered, squirting all over his dick.
He groaned,as he buried himself even deeper, before flooding you with hot, thick cum.
He stayed inside you, mask resting against your forehead. And all of a sudden he reached up with both gloved hands and pulled the mask off.
Ethan Landry. The shy guy from Econ you have never talked to before.
Your heart stopped.
“I’m sorry,” Ethan whispered, “I tried to stay away, but after I saw you for the first time I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I told myself I would only watch, but I needed more. I needed to touch you. To taste you. To hear you moan my name without even knowing it was me.”
Tears burned down your cheeks. You felt him twitch inside you, still half-hard, his cum slowly leaking out.
“You‘re a monster,“ Your hands fisted in his robe, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer, “I hate you.“
Ethan smiled, rolling his hips to push his cum deeper inside of you.
“No you don’t,” he murmured against your lips, “You’re going to keep letting me fuck you, because now you know exactly whose cock has been ruining you for weeks. And next time, I want to hear you say my name when you come.”
A.N; I am so into writing for Ethan right now so if you have any requests for him don‘t be shy and put it in my inbox😏
Day 28: Period sex – Danny/Ghostface | Dead by Daylight
Warning: Danny is a freak and turned on by you bleeding, oral reader receiving, reader is on their period (duh), bunny as a nickname, english isn't my first language
A/n: I think this turned out pretty well, Danny just fits so well with this idea
You were curled on the lumpy mattress in one of the realm’s bedrooms, a thin blanket pulled up to your chin, when the door creaked open. You didn’t need to look. You knew there was only one person who had such unnaturally quiet footsteps.
“There’s my little bunny” Danny’s voice was a low purr. He shut the door, and the click of the lock echoed in the small space. “Hiding from me?”
“Not hiding” you mumbled, turning to face him. He’d already discarded his mask, his dark eyes scanning you with that intense look which was both thrilling and terrifying. “Just… cramping.”
A slow smile spread across his face. He approached the bed, and sat on the edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. His fingers, cool against your flushed skin, brushed a strand of hair from your forehead.
“Oh? Is it that time of the month, my love?” he crooned, his thumb stroking your temple. “Let me take care of you.”
“Danny, I’m not really in the mood” you started, but he just shushed you gently.
“Shhh, I know what you need. You need to relax. Let all that tension out.” His hand slid under the blanket, his palm flattening against your lower abdomen. He applied a firm, soothing pressure that made you groan, a mix of pain and relief. “See? I can make it better.”
His hand wandered lower, past the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. You tensed, your breath catching. “Danny, wait… I’m…”
“I know what you are” he whispered, his lips close to your ear. “I can smell it on you. That rich, metallic scent. Fuck, it drives me insane.” He inhaled deeply, a shudder running through him.
His words shouldn’t have sparked heat in your core, but they did. A filthy, dark heat that spread through your veins. He hooked his fingers into your underwear and began to pull them down.
“Let me see” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Let me see how beautiful you are.”
You lifted your hips, letting him slide the fabric down your legs and toss them aside. He pushed your knees apart, settling between them. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, at the evidence of your period smeared on your inner thighs.
“God, look at you” he breathed, his voice full of lust. “You’re a fucking masterpiece.” He didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, right next to the blood. His tongue darted out, a hot, wet stripe that lapped at the coppery taste.
A shocked moan escaped your lips. “Danny…”
“So fucking good” he groaned against your skin, his breath hot. “I’ve been thinking about this. Dreaming about it. Tasting you like this.” His tongue delved deeper, not seeking your clit yet, but just tasting, licking through the slick and blood with filthy sucking sounds.
It was nasty. It was wrong. And it was the single hottest thing you had ever experienced. Your hips gave an involuntary jerk.
“That’s it, bunny” he encouraged, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open. “Don’t be shy. Give it all to me.” He finally focused his attention on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. His tongue worked up with perfect pressure, circling and flicking, all while the distinct, metallic taste of your blood mixed with your arousal on his tongue.
You cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets. The cramping in your belly was completely forgotten, replaced by a deep, coiling tension. “Oh, fuck, Danny… right there… don’t stop.”
He growled, the vibration against your clit making you see stars. He slid two fingers inside you, curling them to find that spot that made your vision blur. He fucked you with his fingers, his pace steady while his mouth never left your clit.
“You taste like heaven” he moaned, pulling back for a second, his lips and chin glistening. “I’m gonna get fucking ruined by this taste. I’m gonna dream about this for weeks.”
“Please” you begged, mindless, your body rocking against his face. “Please, Danny, I’m so close.”
“Come for me” he ordered, his voice a guttural command. “Come all over my fucking face, bunny. Let me feel you lose it.”
The command, the filthy words, the feel of his tongue and fingers, it was all too much. Your orgasm crashed over you, a violent wave that made your back arch off the bed. You screamed his name, your cunt clenching rhythmically around his fingers.
He didn’t let up, drinking down every last shudder and pulse until you were squirming from overstimulation. Only then did he pull back, panting, his eyes black with want. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at the smear of red there.
“Fuck” he breathed, looking utterly wrecked. He unbuckled his pants, freeing his cock. It was thick and hard, straining against in his underwear. “ I need to be inside you. Right now.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your slick, sensitive folds. He pushed inside, a low, ragged groan tearing from his throat as your cunt stretched to accommodate him.
“Fuuuuck, bunny” he choked out, his hips meeting yours. “You’re so fucking warm… so so wet… so fucking messy.” He buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering. “This is it. This is what I needed.”
He set a brutal pace from the start, each thrust claiming, possessive movement that shoved you up the mattress. The squelching sound of your joined bodies was loud in the room. You could feel the blood and your own arousal coating his cock, making each slide easier, hotter, wetter.
“Look at me” he demanded, gripping your chin. You forced your eyes open, meeting his wild, obsessed gaze. “Look at me while I fuck my blood-soaked cunt. You’re mine. Every part of you. Everything you are.”
“Yours!” you gasped, the words ripped from you. “All yours, Danny!”
He slammed into you, over and over, his rhythm starting to break. “Gonna fill you up” he grunted, his voice strained. “Gonna pump my fucking cum so deep inside you… mark you on the inside, too.”
The sheer vulgarity of his words, sent you spiraling toward another climax. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you felt your insides begin to tighten again.
“That’s it, come with me” he urged, his thrusts becoming erratic, powerful. “Come on my cock.”
You shattered, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your cunt milked him desperately. With a loud groan, Danny followed you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you in hot, pulsing spurts. He let his head rest against you, his breath hot against your neck.
After a moment, he lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “See? I told you I’d make you feel better.” He shifted his hips slightly, making you both aware of the sticky, wet mess between your legs. “Now… you think you can handle another round? I’m not nearly done with this perfect cunt of yours.”
. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ when asked during "spin the bottle", ben reveals that he wants to fuck you.
"guys! i'm good! i— i was just dropping off some of your cheerleaders—" the thumping bass and overlapping conversations curbed your protests. it wouldn't have mattered if the varsity team heard you anyway. their hands were dead set on bringing you to the middle of their party.
"relax, kiddo. it's just a game. stay a while, would you?" lucas bowden sat you the right side of the circle, made up of other jocks and their girls. in the middle, an empty dom pérignon laid horizontally. but your breath caught when you saw a blond man laughing at his friend on the couch, holding up a beer cup with practiced confidence. his blue eyes were sharp enough to slice through your own esteem.
you didn't even realize that he caught you staring, his an eyebrow cocked up. embarrassment widen your eyes before looking down on the persian rug, heat rushing through your veins. "that's ben brown. our striker. hot, isn't he?" lucas chuckled into your ear before smacking your back. someone in the room reached forward to spin the bottle, earning howls from the crowd that formed around the circle.
the first few victims were standard: someone revealed they made out with the history TA, one chugged one beer bottle in one go, and another gave the goalie a lapdance in front of everyone. it wasn't when the neck pointed to ben that the unsaid words on your tongue stuttered. "truth." he spoke with lazy mastery, taking one long sip from his cup that made your toes curl in your shoes.
"alright," some blonde cheerleader leaned forward. "how about you tell us why you asked the team to drag someone into this game?"
"yeah who do you want to fuck tonight brown?" another jock boomed out. the crowd erupted in collective laughter. lucas elbowed you in his joy, and you just tried to mirror him. something about that question didn't sink in with you just yet, but you knew it was there.
"you." everyone turned to ben, and your breathing completely stopped when his pointer and middle finger forming a gun was pointed in your direction. he probably pointed at lucas, he had to be, but lucas was also smirking in your direction. "not lucas. you, boy in the black sweater." ben jerked his fingers upward, eyes locked into yours.
the crowd's collective oohs was muffled to the edges by the bullets that hit your body all at once. shame and unease burnt the flesh of your skin, but a bittersweet arousal and honor emerged from all those feelings. you didn't even know who ben was personally, but apparently, he wanted to see you bent for his pleasure to take. you were so focused on your thoughts and pulling the hem of your sweater that you didn't even hear them call your name.
they met your surprised face with amused looks. you find the bottle pointed towards you, making you grip your legs. "new rule! you're not allowed to choose truth anymore!" someone yelled in the crowd.
"t—that's illegal!" you tried to protest, but everyone just cooed in your words. lucas pinches your cheeks like you just mispronounced your first words. just then, the party host hannah yells: "i dare you to kiss ben brown!"
a full decalescent wave revered your body. you shook your head, but the way you met ben's gaze told a different story. it was a lie if you said the thought of the taste of his narrow lips didn't fill you at the moment. would he move like a prayer, with grace and regard? or would he treat like a war where he'll bite and draw blood?
"jesus," ben made his way towards you in three big strides. your breath tangled into the threads of his lemony musk overwhelming your senses. there's an amused look in his electric gaze, a sly smirk playing on his face. "relax." he smashed his lips onto yours.
no sympathy was found in the movement of mouth, fully engulfing you in a distinct heat that you never felt in your entire life. your hands fisted his shirt- pushing him away, pulling him close- as your legs bucked into itself. ben held you up, groaning into the kiss and slipping his large tongue to explore the crevices of your mouth. he tasted like heaven and hell, life and death, sobriety and addiction all at once. and when he pressed your head further, you might've lost a piece of yourself into him.
ben pulled away. you bring your fingertips to your lips, the ghost of ben's roughness still branded to your senses. ben bites his lower lip slightly upon your actions, and that's when a whimper leaves your swollen lip.
"damn brown's down bad." lucas howls with the crowd. ben chuckles to himself, turning around like nothing happened. you're left in your daze, the addictive sweetness playing on your lips, drowning in shallow water. "who's next?" ben crashed back onto the couch, his gaze fully aware of his sins.
a few more rounds ensued before the crowd fully dispersed. still dizzy, you followed the tall jock into the hallway. the drink hasn't left his veined hands, the moonlight drawing lines on the perfect edges of his face and hair. "missed me?" ben asked, turning to face you. "wanna go further? i know a bedroom here."
"y-you stole my first kiss!" the words tumble out your lips like an accusation. the fire in your chest was confusing- anger and invigoration colliding.
ben chuckled darkly, sending waves into your system. he stepped forward until he fully crowded you against the wall with one casual arm. you had to tilt your head up in order to meet his look. "stole? you were leaning into me, boy. pretty sure that was consensual." he leaned down to graze your ear with his teeth. "now i would pretty much would like to fuck you right now, but i'm pretty sure i'm gonna collapse in a few minutes. and i would like to tear your ass up sober anyway. i'm wilder that way."
he stands as straight as he could. "goodnight, pretty boy. i'll find you again. and you better be ready for me." ben squeezed your cheek before stumbling down the hallway. "and you better not hide from me!"
you watched ben disappear into a bedroom. he's taken everything from you: your once untouched lips, the ability to breathe properly, and your heart, which you knew he would play around in his hands to his own satisfaction. and you were willing to drown in his presence as long as it was his oceans you were sinking in.
!!Warnings: Gn Reader, toxic romance, obsessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, unhealthy relationship dynamics, murder mentions, ghostface being ghostface, smut, narcissism and generally poor life choices, eng not my native lang!!
!!Wc: per character around 320-750!!
Song Recs: Driving With My Darling, An Unhealthy Obsession, When You Find Me, Лицемер, My Moon My Man, Sinsirella, Me and Mr Wolf, Killer, Megalomaniac, Gallowdance, Fever, The Kill 2.
Doofy Gilmore
You'll only learn that he put the entire city and you—to sleep when he finally decides to leave. Though Doofy knows exactly how to convince you, so he's certain you won't abandon him. Especially after you fell in love with the foolish persona everyone mocked.
Ah, this man is the perfect balance between a green flag and a red flag. Your relationship was so sweet in the beginning that not falling for Doofy was impossible. No matter what anyone said, you couldn't help being drawn to this embarrassingly childish man whose head always seemed to be somewhere in the clouds.
No matter what anyone said, Doofy would never hurt you. The man who stole your heart was so harmless that you could trust him with your eyes closed.
Life with Doofy was strange, but it was never boring. No, Doofy and the word 'boring'' seemed to repel each other like opposite poles. Instead of your dates being in luxurious restaurants as a man might provide, it consisted of sitting at home and watching him incorrectly sweep up the popcorn he had spilled all over the floor. Most men concerned themselves with approving their partner's outfits, but with you it was the opposite—you spent your time laughing as he proudly showed off his police uniform.
Doofy was like the cure to some unknown illness. He always brought you strange yet beautiful gifts made with his own hands. When you noticed people looking at you with pity whenever you went out together, he noticed it too and despite having done nothing wrong, he would try his hardest to make up for it. It was impossible not to fall in love with that effort.
And really, that was exactly how it had to be. Doofy had analyzed you so thoroughly that you wouldn't even realize you were being manipulated. Especially when he straightened his hunched posture, removed his fake mustache, and walked toward you with a lit cigarette in hand—he had already predicted your next move.
He would handle your shock so effortlessly that before you even realized you had accepted what had happened, you'd only then notice that he had already kissed you and that you were sitting beside him in the car he was driving.
That's life—you never know what it will bring. Just yesterday your lover was someone whose cleaning obsessions you were dealing with, now he was a work of art you'd hesitate to look at twice while passing on the street. But don't worry. Just as you had taken good care of him, he would take good care of you. Because you had already proven that you would love him no matter what, and now it was his turn.
Well I wasn't actually going to touch on sexual topics, but it wouldn't feel right to leave them out entirely. No one can convince me that this man wouldn't make use of those old police handcuffs. And unfortunately, because his playful side has mostly faded into the past, you definitely shouldn't underestimate being handcuffed to a bed. Especially when he sits on his knees like a hunter looking at a meal, smoking a cigarette and leans toward you—who are lying there naked and handcuffed—to blow the cigarette smoke right at you.
"Oops, let me clean that up for you." after accidentally spilling cigarette ash onto your stomach, he'd lean down and sensually lick the ashes from your burning skin.
Amber Freeman
Has anyone ever told you that you're dating a ticking time bomb? If not, let me be before she back. On the surface Amber can seem like someone incredibly sweet, loyal and willing to burn the world down for the people she loves. But all she really gives those so called loved ones is a drop of her poison.
She'll act like she hates the thought of you getting hurt and to be honest, that's actually true. Oh and Amber has absolutely no respect for personal space. She'll want to drive you everywhere herself and you won't even be able to say no because of the warmth in that protective attitude of hers. But the truth is, it comes less from being a loving partner and more from her controlling nature.
Being without her is difficult but whenever she isn't around, she'll somehow learn exactly where you went, who you were with and who you talked to down to the very second. And every suspicious thing she does gets swept under the rug with the excuse of, "I care about you."
Amber's obsession is one of her most obvious traits. And if you're in a relationship with her, you're going to have to participate in her obsessions. According to her, the perfect ten out of ten date activity is getting together and attacking people on internet forums over whatever she'sobsessed on at the moment.
Ughh she escalates arguments ridiculously fast. One moment you're calmly talking about something small, and the next she's yelling and tearing the place apart. Still Amber is actually someone who can be handled—you just have to find that particular persuasive language that only she understands.
But to be fair, Amber is fiercely loyal to you. She'd take a bullet for you without a second thought.
I know this isn't ethical at all but for some reason whenever I think about sex with Amber, temperature play immediately comes to mind. Oops you know what I mean. I mean let's give credit where it's due—she died as a hot woman. She absolutely loves dripping warm candle wax onto your body or her in bed. I think it's called wax play or whatever the hell. The way that melted wax lightly burns your or her skin and draws out those small little moans drives her crazy. Or sudden changes in temperature, like tracing ice across your skin and then immediately kissing the same spot with warm breath, overwhelming your senses. Anyway ugh I actually don't like writing for women and I'm not very comfortable with it but at least I tried.
Ethan Landry
Oh my shaylaaa, your lover couldn't even hurt a butterfly. He gets flustered just by seeing you, and while he is hesitating about whether the smiles he offers you are good or not, how can you think he could do something bad.
He is always so polite, shy and respectful toward you. And especially those thoughtful conversations that come along with that sweet shyness. Maybe that's why you never saw him trying to win in arguments, and especially you never noticed how he blamed himself in a way to make you feel guilty. You were practically a blind person looking at it.
But actually, Ethan's mask will fall quite fast. Especially when he makes it clear that he thinks seriously about you, he will talk about this subject to his father one morning at breakfast. And when he is accepted by his father, this kid will practically go and find you skipping with joy.
Though, he doesn't have the intention to just dump all the truth on you with a straight conversation right away. He will definitely hunt you in the night, in the vulnerability brought by a nice bath. The good news is he won't introduce the knife to your organs, the bad news is you learned your lover is the psychopathic serial killer Ghostface. And the even worse news is that you learned the whole family consists of a pack of psychopaths chasing revenge for Richie, who got caught up in the previous Ghostface madness.
As someone sane you will definitely stay silent so that nothing gets shoved up your ass, anyway other than this new truth of Ethan, he doesn't have much harm to you. Yes this still doesn't change the fact that he is a psychopath, but at least he doesn't bite you.
But after he reveals his true face, you will see a horrific grudge and an inferiority complex accumulated over the years underneath that shy love of yours. Whereas in the past, when you were alone in the corners of the rooms and he whispered, "Nobody wants to take me among them," how you used to hug him and want to heal the broken child in your arms.
Even if he tries very hard, you will not be included in his work, of course sooner or later he will go and present the idea to his father and oh get ready for a dinner with your sweet father in law.
Congratulations, when is the wedding? Most likely after graduation. I congratulate your beautiful countryside wedding already.
This doesn't mean he will wait until the wedding to touch you. Nope, truthfully I am not sure about the sex subject because honestly I didn't understand him much and didn't care about him in the movie lol. But I think Ethan would love to go back and forth between two extremes. Sometimes he would bury into your neck sobbing and want you to praise him, to say nonsense like "You are so strong Ethan, you are my man" but immediately after, his eyes would roll back and he would pin you to the bed, rubbing how helpless you are into your face and forcing you to completely obey him. What can I say. Watching you tremble against his strength would inflate his ego.
In those famous crowded apartments in the movies, while the other roommates are sitting in the next room,he will catch you in the darkness of the hallway. Pressing you against the wall, he tightly presses his hand over your mouth and prevents your groans. With zero sound brought by the risk of those in the next room hearing and the fear of getting caught, talking only with your eyes, he will keep consuming you between that wall. My suggestion is, don't let him make a habit out of this, otherwise some time you will get caught by his father in his own house.
Roman Bridger
This is the kind of man who'd happily spend every cent he earns on you. He'd never let you lift a finger, never let your hands touch cold water if he could help it. He'd give you anything you wanted. He'd make sure you experienced only the finest, most luxurious things life had to offer. Of course alongside all that, he'd never stop talking about fine art, cinema and culture.
Especially about how criminally underappreciated he is. Unfortunately it doesn't stop there. In the relationship, the spotlight is always on his life and his problems. He still can't move past the fact that he was conceived through rape and honestly I wouldn't recommend bringing up the subject. Things could get ugly very quickly.
And that's not even touching on the wound his mother left behind. He's genuinely troubled and incredibly selfish about it. He won't even care how your day went. As far as he's concerned, it's always about his career, his fights with producers and the stress he's under.
Try approaching him like a mature adult and talking about his neglectful behavior, and you'll discover what a drama queen he really is. The slightest criticism sends him straight into defense mode,he takes offense unbelievably fast. In his mind the world is full of idiots who fail to appreciate his genius—and he'll eventually accuse you of being one of them too.
Alrightt let's ignore all of that for a moment and move on. Roman's massive victim complex is impossible to miss. Being rejected by his mother left him with a wound that never healed. As a result, he desperately wants complete loyalty and dependency from you. Not only that, but he'll deny you even the smallest amount of distance. Let even a tiny gap form between you and he'll immediately label it betrayal.
Truthfully, you tried breaking up with him a few times. The first time he didn't care,he was convinced you'd come back—and you did. The second time, he slammed the door and disappeared for a few days, so you quietly ended things while he was gone but somehow this bastard still managed to come back and win your heart back, bruh.
The third breakup...well let's just say you nearly ended up in a coma. Afterward, you spent an entire week being harassed by calls from unknown numbers. You told yourself they were prank calls, but your brain refused to relax. Eventually one night, Roman showed up at your house—not as your lover but as Ghostface—and a big altercation happened.
That night nearly drove you insane. But fortunately, as much as Roman wanted you dependent on him, he was even more dependent on you. He couldn't function without you, and he had no intention of losing you. All he had to do was rein you in.
He is the client and you are the masterpiece that needs shaping. He'll arrange everything exactly as he wants it—from the angle of the dim lighting in the room, to the tone of the classical music playing in the background, to the color and texture of the sheets destined to be ruined beneath you and on top of you. Don't even bother counting the bruises he'll leave on your body, he'll just add more by the next hour.
The most troublesome part is that, given the opportunity etc so if you can be, he'd absolutely be capable of baby trapping you. Everything you've ever seen about him stems from being an unwanted child, rejected by his mother. He's desperately hungry for a bond of his own blood, his own flesh and bone. And when you finally tell him you're pregnant, he'll be so happy that he can barely contain himself "Finally...I have a real family that's mine. One that will never leave me." he'll pull you into his arms, gently stroking your still flat stomach as he whispers those words to himself.
Stu Macher
Golden retriever energy but completely psychotic. Super fun on dates, but he is more loyal to his best friend than to you. Still that doesn't mean you can't change that, though. You'll just have to win over not only Stu, but Billy too, and convince them that you carry their so-called pain as well.
Unfortunately, both of their asses are glued to each other; you won't just be managing your lover—you'll be dealing with his best friend too. But hey, once they accept you, be ready to learn all of their nastiest secrets.
Stu absolutely has no filter, and once he starts being honest with you, it can become quite a trouble for you. He genuinely tells you everything. If it weren't about pulling out intestines and making death plans, it'd actually be kind of sweet.
Stu can make you laugh constantly. He practically can't sit still around you, the kind of guy who lifts you right off your feet and makes your world stop as if it were nothing. But even underneath Stu's cute jokes, there's something chilling. Especially because he has absolutely no sense of boundaries—during an argument, he might jokingly walk up on you.
Stu's the clown, and you're his queen. Always behind you, always popping out from a corner to cling to you, stealing little laughs from your lips with weird voices and strange tones. And like I said, Stu is way too unfiltered, the complete opposite of Billy. While Billy gets jealous in planned and sneaky ways, Stu would absolutely jump on the person trying to flirt with you in a corner somewhere. You'd never find out about it, though, so it's not that important.
Whatever this man is in normal life, he is the same in bed. Constantly changing positions, tossing you from one side of the bed to the other. He's genuinely unpredictable, and no offense, but he's an absolute animal. No, seriously—Stu gives off a vibe that he'd randomly bite you for no reason.
Fucking in upstairs rooms during parties, coming to fuck you after a murder he committed instead of Billy, and more. Stu isn't picky about the setting at all, as long as the two of you can be wrapped up in each other's arms. And that's not even mentioning how he constantly sticks his tongue out or uses the voice changer to alter his voice while talking dirty.
At one point in your relationship, Billy wanted to hurt you or make you one of the victims in the plan. That was the first time Stu ever raised his voice at Billy.
"No Billy, you can't touch them! We promised!" he shouted, breaking down into tears.
Mickey Altieri
You definitely must be loving common things, even if you don't love them he will find a way to make you love them.
Your dates will mostly pass with going to the best horror movies in theaters and discussing cinema theories until morning. Not to mention his yapyaping about the Stab movie during and after sex. But sometimes...
Sometimes in movie discussions, he defends the violence and the killer like a fanatic, that you fall into the doubt of whether this is a movie fandom or a truly troubled situation. Of coursee you don't have a relationship consisting only of movies.
He will make you live a relationship that everyone in that friend group will envy. He has a charisma that he shows to you separately. He is so flirtatious, energetic and protective that he is actually the exact ideal boyfriend.
He wants the media to think this way in the future too. After all his ultimate goal is to be caught and become the star of the crime world, and you will be the fooled sweet lover of the criminal on the court day. After all with him being a famous person, he expects you to draw the attention too. This means experiencing very hurtful manipulations in your life.
When the time comes and Mickey's mask falls, be ready to meet a pure psychopath who does evil knowingly and willingly. He is not that man you know, the one who took you into his arms and smothered you with kisses. Especially not his sarcastic comments about your stupidity. You will never understand if the stranger in front of you truly loved you or not.
Regarding sex, in my opinion Mickey loves to play the bad guy role in bed. Under the name of this role, you will even experience the shock of getting slapped, I am sorry. Or I am not whatever he has a habit of fucking you in front of the camera. Even if you express that you feel discomfort from this, he will continue to shoot. He knows no mercy on this subject, he even comes and says things like "What, so you want me to go and watch porn? And I thought you wanted me to stay faithful to you."
He loves setting up those professional video cameras he stole from the campus cinema room or backstages into the bedroom, and honestly you still didn't understand how he hasn't been caught. The first moment you get into bed and make out the cameras are not around, it becomes like this time he will truly keep his word and you will have a normal sex, but no. During the relationship he already starts to adjust the camera's angle with his one hand, he will place you right across that lens while you are absent minded with your swollen lips. He gets wild while watching the reflection of your bare skin on the camera,whispering into your ear "Look here baby, look inside the lens. This is our best scene..."
Quinn Bailey
Life is quite fun with this girl who lives sexuality and self confidence to their peaks. She knows well how to make you live the moment, if you are shy definitely be ready to break this by being dragged to parties. Because she is a total party girl and according to her by dating her you already knew what you were getting into.
If only you knew more. Especially that the person you thought was struggling with commitment fears actually made you a dog bound to herself. Unfortunately, I will not talk about the things she does under the name of making you jealous, still she will be the one who always returns to you.
This bitch is someone who can even manage to plan her own death, meaning it is impossible for her not to be a master of crocodile tears and flips. She is from those who could write the book of innocence but has never lived it.
But if there is something that separates her from her brother, it is definitely that if she loves you, she will not include you in her family's blood feud. No, if Quinn loved you, this means you will be at the center of her life. She will put her tooth to her nail, but she will not let her brother's feud reach your hand. She can even fall at odds with her family on this matter.
If it is necessary to talk about Quinn's jealousy, it is extremely too much. You can be sure that she will find even the home address of the person who falls at odds with her. Also Quinn is quite dominant in bed, she is someone who does not like to let the ropes slip from her hand. Be careful and do not get too caught up in her madness.
Danny Johnson
Danny is not clumsy like the others, he does not act stupid, he does not panic. Everything he plans is flawless just like himself. If you are together with him, nothing in your life is a coincidence. In my opinion, you were most likely on his list which consists of people Danny will kill. While he messes things up perfectly as Ghostface in the city you live in, when it is your turn he will just freeze.
First, during the first weeks he will put this forward as being due to insufficient information, as if there is someone he needs to prove himself to, he will lurk on the street at night and attack you in the middle of the road. But he will not kill. While reading the newspaper, his knuckles turned stark white on the mug he holds with anger, he will try to accept what is written.
"THE FIRST VICTIM WHO MANAGED TO ESCAPE ALIVE FROM GHOSTFACE'S ATTACK!"
He will accept that it is his own fault but he will never manage to fix it. Even though he wants to scatter your guts in the middle of the street just to prove to everyone that it is the exact opposite, that everything is under his control, he will not do it.
He must accept it. Danny loved you, you were so much just yourself. You looked like someone who could be found anywhere at first, but as he got to know you, it was as if he was taken under the effect of a spell. And his love will deepen with what he is best at, which is watching. Since he already knows your every habit by heart, he will easily just slide into your life.
Like this Danny is the best listener in your life, you will really like him being so eager to know you, whereas this is beyond nice it is too dark. He will remember even the smallest detail, from your favorite coffee to your sleeping hours.
Speaking of remembering, you have a box full of polaroid pictures with him. From the sweet sticker and effect photos taken in machines before the movie that he would get bored of upon your insistence, to the photos taken by his own self and you. It is almost very sweet, right? Ah if only your lover showed you the photos he keeps for his own private use too. Though don't worry, Danny will actually hide his identity up to a certain point too.
Because the work he does and his life are completely connected to each other. Especially when he changes his identity and takes off for a new city, he will definitely lay out the whole truth since you will come with him too. Honestly he does not have a single gram of fear of the police, he is someone who can play them around his finger very easily too.
The real uncertainty is you. His Ghostface identity is extremely important, he will never accept even the slightest disrespect and please do not make a move or judgment that will not please him. Otherwise, you will become the most brutal case in history of the Ghostface file.
I want to touch upon one more point, Danny is a complete narcissist you have already understood this anyway. Throughout life, he will constantly keep expressing that he can leave you behind as a memory in your hometown at first and abandon you. And when you get sad, he will hug you and tell you not to be a touchy baby.
It is impossible to separate Danny and his camera. It could probably even be his middle name; during the relationship, in those most intimate moments when you take pleasure the most, when your breath catches or your eyes roll back slightly, he suddenly pops the flash. No, no matter how much you whine, he will not delete these he already wrote in his will for the photo album to be buried with himself. Except for grunts and small groans, your lover is very silent in bed, the only thing you can get from him is dirty talks and swear words. Whereas he just wants to hear your voice. Whispering into your ear with that mature, deep voice of his, he will demand even more, he will shower you with orders. If I talk about him and tying, bondage games it will get too longg anyway that is for another time.
Billy Loomis
A complete gaslighter. He manipulates you in such a secret way that you constantly keep doubting yourself. Seriously don't get on his bad side, because Billy could write a thousand page book about how he can make you feel bad.
Your relationship with him is like a cat and mouse game, it always gives this taste from one end to the other. But Billy can have mistakes too, after all he is a human too; especially when he has a lover who is awake and smart enough, it is impossible for him to make mistakes. You will probably notice that he is keeping a secret and when he is caught, he will throw the blame on you by saying, "You don't love me enough."
Breaking up with Billy is not even a matter of question, and if such a thing happened its end would probably be death. But if we assume that he truly loves you, things will change. Actually understanding Billy is not that hard, he just hates everything and everyone in the world because of his mother leaving him because of his father. But if he truly loved you, you would be the only thing that anger wouldn't touch—ahm, I'm not talking about the madness, that is separate.
He will always come from behind you and hug you, rest his chin on your shoulder, play with your hair and whisper words that mix between provocative and sweetness. Billy is an asshole who will learn very quickly wwhich buttons of yours to push and use them in his own favor at the same speed.
Ahh I almost forgot, his best friend Stu is also like the Steve in your relationship. But Billy will draw a bright red line about this. Whenever Stu talks too flirtatiously with you and makes playful touches, he will keep meeting Billy's murderous glares.
You even caught this word between them many times "Don't go near them Stu, they are mine." If only the subject was limited to Stu, if this man cannot tolerate his best friend's attitudes, don't even ask about the others. His eyes are constantly on you in school hallways and events. Billy will always run as a support in the discomforts you experience at school.
Which usually, what a coincidence you will hear that those people became the victims of Ghostface a few days later. Yet you will never understand that Billy did this for you.
Or so I'd say lol.
Can you conclude that he is a normal person from Billy going and isolating you to himself instead of getting angry in every argument, his slight sadism movements in bed, and his dark looks? Unfortunately, Billy will fail the class on this subject. But at least he is good at sex. He will fix your hands above your head and make you repeat his name until your vocal cords burst.
I'm not talking about the roleplays you will do with the Ghostface costume...in those moments, he truly loses control and for a moment you get out of the effect of pleasure and start to worry for your own life.
Jill Roberts
We can definitely call her the most controlling and fame hungry of the bunch. She doesn't see you as a partner, but as an 'accessory' that boosts her own popularity.
At the slightest argument, she immediately declares herself the victim. If you try to separate from her, she can darken your life by telling the whole world that you harmed her. To be honest she tried to manage you and Charlie at the same time for a while, but your different personalities and Charlie's stupidities exhausted her, so she will make the decision to get rid of him in the end. But this doesn't mean you will be her Ghostface partner.
No, Charlie's role and ending were already determined long ago. Yours was too; you are the poor and only lover of the sole survivor who escaped the Ghostface attack. While we are on the subject of love and fame, expect Jill to market your relationship on instagram in a flawless perfection that everyone will envy. Yet behind the camera, there is absolutely nothing but rot.
Jill might genuinely be one of the worst partners. What can you expect from someone who doesn't even hesitate to hurt her own body for her goals? She will isolate you from everything in life, you are almost like her own toy.
"They don't understand our love baby, we only need each other." You've heard these words so many times that you don't even question them anymore. Then again, what if you did? Jill was specially created for the victim role.
And to be worshipped—she thinks she was created to be worshipped. Jill is in love with her own image. She loves being in front of a big mirror in the bedroom or watching you worship her body. The more desire you look at her with, the more wild she gets and her lust hits the roof. She completely determines the positions, pace and when you will stop. She loves giving you orders, tying you to the bed or blindfolding you to leave you completely at her mercy. She'll keep leaning into your ear and whispering, "Whose queen am I? Tell me, who are you losing your mind for?"
Richie Kirsch
Just like he did with Sam, he would drop everything and follow you to another city, abandoning his whole life just to be near you and protect you. It's calculated, of course—he knows these grand sacrifices will leave you hopelessly, desperately bound to him.
No matter how chaotic things get, he always plays the part of the most rational, innocent person in the room. He never seems to tire of the act, especially when playing his absolute favorite role: your safe harbor.
But let's be real—Richie is obsessive and unhinged. Then again, who on this list isn't? He is a textbook slave to pop culture, a reddit addict and a narcissist whose mind is always spinning, desperately trying to bend reality into the scripts he writes. Honestly he's the type of madman who wouldn't hesitate to ruin you if it served his plot.
As a chronic internet addict, Richie will meticulously exhume your digital corpse. He'll dig up your forgotten social media accounts, old Reddit threads and even your childhood photos just to decode you. He maps your desires and triggers so perfectly that every surprise feels tailor made. You'll mistake it for a soulmate connection, completely blind to the fact that you've just been professionally stalked. You poor thing.
Sometimes he'll tie you down, leaving you entirely at his mercy. As you gasp for air—caught between adrenaline and a creeping dread—he'll lean in with that sly, cinematic smirk and whisper "Don't take it personally, baby. I'm just doing the scene justice." Richie is a virtuoso at converting fear into raw desire.
He has this specific way of looking at you—a gaze so laced with anxiety and fierce protectiveness that you won't help but believe it with every fiber of your being. You will trust that look with all your heart.
A.n: My first time writing for all of them and it definitely won't be the last. Especially Danny and Doofy just wait for me, you handsome bastards.
Decided I wanted to go back to my roots and write some horror characters :) I hope you all enjoy <3
Warnings: Controlling/manipulative behaviors, toxic dynamics, mentions of death and violence (not major character, mentions of stalking,
Characters Included: Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, Danny "Jed" Olsen, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis, Stu Marcher.
Brahms Heelshire
Extremely clingy and possessive. Brahms doesn’t just want you around—he needs you. You’re his entire world, and he expects to be yours too.
Jealous of any attention you give others, even innocuous stuff like a friendly conversation with the delivery boy. He’ll sulk, break something, or go quiet behind the walls until you “apologize.”
Strict routines and rules—he expects you to read to him, cook for him, and follow his schedule. But over time, you realize he also follows a version of your schedule. He memorizes everything about your habits.
Childlike tendencies, especially emotionally. He doesn’t always know how to express feelings beyond tantrums or intense stares, but he genuinely adores you in the only way he knows how.
Brahms is touch-starved. He clings in his sleep, always wants to hold hands or sit close, and gets visibly upset when you pull away—even if it’s just for a second.
Homebody couple life. He doesn’t want you to leave the estate—ever. If he has to let you go somewhere, expect him to be freaking out the entire time you're gone and either be extra clingy when you get back or extra closed-off.
Thomas Hewitt
Incredibly protective. Once he considers you his, you’re under constant protection. Anyone who even looks at you the wrong way… doesn’t look at anything again.
Thomas expresses affection through his actions. He’s nonverbal, but he’ll bring you things he thinks you’ll like—bones, odd trinkets, handmade gifts—and looks to you for approval afterward.
He likes to be close, leans into you for comfort, and has a calming presence despite everything. Being held by him feels safe in a strange, primal way.
Listen, Thomas is really a big baby. If you cry or raise your voice, he panics and tries to fix it. Expect him to bring you comfort items, mimic your expressions to show empathy, or even get Mama to help. He hates when you're upset, whether with him or not.
Your life is domestic, in it's own weird way. You both settle into a routine that’s grotesque on the outside but oddly comforting once you adjust. He likes when you hum while you work.
Loyal to death. Once you’re his, he’ll never let go. Even the thought of losing you is enough to send him into a spiral of rage or grief.
Danny “Jed” Olsen
Flirty, chaotic, and intense. Danny is the kind of guy who flirts like it's a game but is dead serious about you underneath the teasing.
Danny loves making you squirm. He’ll joke about stalking you (and probably did before you got together. Let's be real, he probably still does), sends you cryptic texts from across the room, or whisper twisted things just to see your reaction.
Photos of you everywhere. Some are sweet, some are… definitely not. He documents your relationship obsessively—whether it’s a romantic moment or a vulnerable one.
He's got a dark sense of humor and hopefully you do too. He loves when you match his energy, but if you don’t, he’ll tone it down just enough to keep you from leaving—then push again when he’s feeling brave.
Hyper-focused on you. He watches your every move, knows your patterns, your tells, your fears. It’s equal parts seductive and terrifying how well he reads you.
Deep down, he hopes you’ll love not just the charming mask he puts on, but the messed-up parts too. If you do? You’ve got his loyalty for life—even if it’s a dangerous one.
Michael Myers
Utterly silent but always watching. You never really know where Michael is, but you always feel him—whether it’s a shadow behind the curtain or a shape across the street. He watches you constantly, but not always maliciously—sometimes just… fascinated.
Very protective. If anyone threatens you? They're gone. No warning. No trace. He doesn’t tolerate any danger near you—not even perceived danger.
Quality time is his love language (If you can even call it that). He doesn’t speak or do traditional affection, but he’ll leave you items (stolen or not), stand guard outside your house, or silently sit nearby when you're upset.
Emotionally unreadable—but not emotionless. Over time, you can tell when he’s calm, angry, or curious. It’s all in the tilt of his head, the speed of his breathing, the way he stands just a little closer.
Michael follows you like a shadow. Even when he’s not visible, he’s nearby. If you try to leave him, he will follow. He’s never going to let you go—but somehow, it feels more like devotion than captivity.
Physical comfort is rare but intense. When he finally touches you(outside of sexual touches)—gently brushing your hair back, letting his hand linger—it’s deliberate and heavy with meaning. He doesn't do anything halfway.
Billy Loomis
Hot-and-cold as fuck. One moment, he’s magnetic, whispering sweet nothings like you’re the only person in the world. The next? Cold, distant, suspicious. You’re always on your toes.
Emotionally manipulative, but not always on purpose. He knows how to make you feel guilty, even when you haven't done anything. Sometimes it's calculated. Sometimes it's just because he’s afraid you’ll leave.
Billy is secretive. He hides things constantly but loses his mind if you do. If you even look at someone else for too long, expect a quiet but tense confrontation later.
He craves your trust but doesn’t trust you. He wants you to love him unconditionally—but doesn't believe you actually could if you "knew everything." This makes him spiral, often.
He fantasizes about you being his ride-or-die, someone who won’t just accept the killer side of him, but maybe even join it. The idea of you being his ride-or-die is thrilling for him.
Weirdly romantic in the rare quiet moments. He’ll run his fingers through your hair, kiss your wrist, stare at you like he’s memorizing you. He means it. He just doesn’t know how to keep it.
Stu Macher
Clingy and codependent. Stu needs constant attention. He’s like a puppy crossed with a sociopath—needing affection one minute, giggling over murder the next.
Stu always has his hands on you, always exaggerating his emotions to get a reaction—whether that’s “fake dying” for kisses or pouting until you reassure him.
He will do literally anything to impress you. He’s impulsive and easily influenced, especially by Billy—but if you told him to ditch murder and just watch movies with you forever, he’d probably try.
Terrified of abandonment. He plays things off like a joke, but the thought of losing you breaks him. He’d cry, beg, or go completely unhinged trying to keep you.
Stu over-shares everything. He couldn't keep a secret from you even if he was trying. He’ll ramble about kills, about plans, about what he wants to do to people who “looked at you funny.” It’s weirdly honest—he has no filter with you.
Loves being called your boyfriend. Like, loves it. He’ll say it a dozen times a day and gets all smug if you say it in public. Being yours is his favorite identity.
